"You can fight
all you want, Luna, but it's always going to come down to this: You love me and
I love you. We cannot be apart or it will kill us both..." -Gabriel Slade

Blurb

Gabriel Slade has
returned to take his rightful place as Captain of The General's army. Luna
stayed behind to nurse a broken heart and a precious secret that could mean the
end of all mankind.

Human's possessed
by the spirits of the dead are searching the earth for a child that will have
the power to bring the apocolypse upon the world. Gabriel must find this child
if he hopes to keep order and peace with the humans, but his heart keeps
getting in the way. He must save the world from darkness, while making the one
decision that could cost him everything.

Gabe once thought
that roaming the earth as a hideous, angry beast was his curse. Now, without
the love of his life he feels more helpless than before.

Excerpt

There wasn't time
for that though. His chest throbbed like there was a beast within him trying to
escape and he knew all about how that felt. The men's expectant faces, the
urging, this was his new purpose.

"With me," he ordered,
his gruff voice giving no room to argue.

They were in the next room a split
second later. It took another second to assess the situation. There was a woman
in her underclothes with her back pressed the wall. She screamed again when
they appeared. He could feel the fear rolling off her. A man stood between her
and the door.

"I don't need the Host of
Heaven." The man spoke and his voice was high and low at the same time,
English and Austrian.

"Who has possessed you?"
Gabe demanded. At the word 'possessed' the woman looked at him, her eyes wide.

"Who or what I am is of no
concern to you. What you should ask is why I am here." It turned to look
at him. It's neck swivelled in a non-human way and it's eyes were black as the
darkest night.

"Why are you here? What is
your name?" Gabe let all of his power and authority drip into his voice.
It dropped an octave and vibrated through the room. The woman blinked at him.

The possessed man turn it's body to
face the direction it was looking. "We will be the ruination of this world
until we have the child. When they child is in our possession we will feed from
it until we can bring forth the pestulance upon this world. We will rule
mankind until the darkening of the sun."

Gabe nodded. "Michael, get the
woman."

"Yes, sir."

"Who is this child?" he
asked, but the creature within the man's body only cackled. "What do you
need it for? Why is it so special?" He motioned the other host to join
Michael in protecting the woman. They appeared around her, forming a hedge of
protection.

"We want it's blood."

The creature lunged at Gabe,
sending him flying backward into the wall with it's force and speed. Gabe
pushed it away and called his swords to manifest.

"You cannot save the
child," it taunted. "You will not save the child. We will reign
victorious."

"Who sent you?" Gabe
growled.

"The high one." The creature lunged
at him again.

"Gabriel, don't!" Michael
shouted just before Gabe skewered it.

At the last moment he let his
swords go and they dissipated into thin air. Gabe was tackled again. Sharp
nails dug into the flesh of his back as it latched onto him. Razor sharp teeth
sank into his neck. Gabe roared with anger and pain. He tried to push the
creature away, but it had a tight hold on him. Its claws dug deeper into his
back.

Gabe called forth the Light and
sent it into the creature with one short burst. It screeched. It's claws ripped
the flesh and fabric from Gabe's back as it sailed across the room and against
the far wall. Gabe pushed himself up from where he'd fallen on his face.

Michael stood over the creature
where it writhed and moaned on the floor.

"Are you going to finish
it?" Gabe teetered on his feet and fell to the edge of the bed, woozy.

"It is still human,
Gabriel." Michael looked at him with concern. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know." Gabe
touched his neck. His fingers came a away smeared with blood and a thick black,
oily substance. "Damn."

"You've been poisoned,"
Michael said unnecessarily.

Gabe groaned. Or was it a growl? He
couldn't tell. His vision darkened and his hearing blinked in and out.

"Can..urn it off?"

Urn it off? Gabe tried to think,
but he couldn't seem to get the right thoughts. The poison burned through his
system and his body went rigid.

"What is this? What's going on
here?"

Was that the manager? Something
thumped. Oh, it was his body hitting the floor. His head slumped against the
worn carpet. He tried to blink the blackness out of his eyes.

"Burn it off!" Michael was in
his face screaming.

About the Author

Tyffani Clark Kemp
has been writing since she discovered in the sixth grade that it wasn't enough
just to read about fantastic places, but she could create her own. She weaves
small bits of herself into everything she writes whether it be a science
fiction piece about aliens or a dramatic romance fraught with conflict and
love. She lives in South Carolina with her family and her fluffy shii tzu-mix
dog who things he's a Saint Bernard.